"Wang Shaojie, you really can't change your vile nature!"
A cold voice came suddenly.
It came from above the courtyard.
Causing Wang Shaojie, who was about to commit violence, to shiver all over. This voice was so familiar; every time he slept recently, it echoed like a nightmare.
Now...
Hearing this voice again, his heart skipped a beat for a moment.
Gulp!
Wang Shaojie swallowed hard, glanced around but didn't find the figure of the voice's owner, and instinctively patted his chest: "Damn, scared me! I knew it couldn't be him here!"
Rubbing his hands together.
Wang Shaojie looked at the young girl in front of him with a smug expression.
But at this moment...
A nervous voice of a middle-aged man with a pointed chin came from outside: "Young... young master... quickly come out..."
"What are you yelling about?"
Wang Shaojie impatiently cursed.
But his voice stopped abruptly in the next second.
